David Whalen Poems

I only want to reach out
and touch you…
But not upon obvious
private parts
...

I believe that…

Parents greatly overestimate their importance.
Things ripple
...

‘Tis frail I am
And grown so thin
Tossed casually about now
By wisps of wind
...

Yea, I shall be the first
Yet legions will follow
In my wake
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Do we create dreams…
Or is our waking state the
Truth that it seems?
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“Those are people”
Gasped the woman at my side
“No, surely not”
I confidently replied
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Empty space, time and dimensions
A place Where clocks have no value
and time no meaning
A place in the mind
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I think I must keep on writing
For if I should stop
I may never
Start again
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